The Bob of all things must have been listening to my little rant.
Because we’re moving.
Yes I know, we seem to do that quite a lot. 3 times in 4 years right?
But this time it’s a happy thing.
I still can’t buy a house, but I can rent a very lovely house from a very lovely family who have said it’s ours for the next 15 or so years. Long enough for life to do all sorts of interesting things. I reckon that’s about as close to permanent as it gets for a renter, and it’s a very cool house with garden, garage and lovely big rooms for E and M.
So we’re packing, sorting, cleaning, painting, tidying and hoping.
Roll on 30th March. We’re ready